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A response...to the game. I share your tears of delight Yet am aware of your pain, As you shed your tears of plight And I see you play the game. Your questions come Just one by one. You ask me why. I can not lie. I had a choice To lend a hand And to restrict The choice of man. But you know now Where I will stand I'm here for you Reach out your hand. I know all too well the ways To a game Nobody plays. It isn't just a teenage phase; I'm sorry that those were the days. That was and now is your life I'm sure that you can see. Even through all your strife, You'll be fine; you trust in me. |
Additional Notes:
This poem originally was written with the following for the final stanza:
alternative final stanza:
That was and is your life
I'm sure now that you can tell
Even through all your strife
You are going to turn out well.
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